Ain't No Way

[Intro: Chingy & (Big Boi)

Hahahahahahahaha (Yessir)

Hahahahahahahaha (Yessir)

Hahahahahahahaha (Yessir)

Hahahahahahahaha (Smooth it out, oh yeah)

Hahahahahahahaha (Yessir)

Hahahahahahahaha (Smooth it out, oh yeah)

Uh-huh, yeah

Ain't no way you can say I ain't paid

Twenty-six-inch blades on that brand-new Escalade

You can ride, you can ride, you can ride (Come on)

Yeah, you can ride, you can ride, you can ride (Let's go)

I say it ain't no way you can hate all day

Dudes like sun rays, make 'em look the other way

We can shine, we can shine, we can shine (Look, look)

Yeah, we can shine, we can shine, we can shine (Look, look)

Everything I ride clean, from the Benz to the Beam

Keep that .40 cal' Glock, see the lens with the beam

When it's time to ride dirty, hit that Northside dirty

Cats tellin'—we don't call 'em snitches

Here, we call 'em birdies (Chirp)

Nextel chirpin' (Brrt) on my cell dirty

Well, ah, hell yeah, I'm Hitler if your girl purdy

Uh, they say I'm bad to the bone

You not with this new DTP shit, then get your ass on

Uh, I gotta eat like Bruh Man

All you lil' boys fall back, I am the man

Homie, you outta place, can't keep up, outta shape

Call me George Jetson, see the coupe right there from outer space

Smooth, leave not a trace, do it the rider way

This got nothin' to do with birthdays

But I got a lotta cake (Say what?)

Cats keep frontin', it's gon' be a lotta wakes

We stars, we don't pop bottles, we got 'em by the crates

So it ain't no way you can say I ain't paid

Twenty-six-inch blades on that brand-new Escalade

You can ride, you can ride, you can ride (Come on)

Yeah, you can ride, you can ride, you can ride (Let's go)

I say it ain't no way you can hate all day

Dudes like sun rays, make 'em look the other way

We can shine, we can shine, we can shine (Come on)

Yeah, we can shine, we can shine, we can shine (Let's go)

Ain't no thang but a chicken wang

She flap it down on me, homie, you should see her, man

She get low, stop, then let it go, pop

Puttin' on a show like that'll end up with my whole knot

And I don't know why they think I'm so fly

But for some reason, when I pass by, they mouth drop

And I get money in large sums, and be used to start none

These straps are all large guns that make you run, run

Yeah, here I come, come, up out of my kingdom

I'm your highness, a king like me, know you seen none

Got game the fly Queen Elizabeth outta England

My ice so cold, I should be livin' with penguins

Still I'm so hot, I should live on top

The sky's the limit, so this shit here don't stop

Say what? I'm so hot, I should live on top

The sky's the limit, so this shit here don't stop

So it ain't no way you can say I ain't paid

Twenty-six-inch blades on that brand-new Escalade

You can ride, you can ride, you can ride (Come on)

Yeah, you can ride, you can ride, you can ride (Let's go)

I say it ain't no way you can hate all day

Dudes like sun rays, make 'em look the other way

We can shine, we can shine, we can shine (Come on)

Yeah, we can shine, we can shine, we can shine (Let's go)

Let me talk to 'em for a minute, baby

Let me spit some of this pimpin' to 'em

Ayy, look here, hey now

We done bust back up in this motherfucker, baby

I am Jackpot Da Pimp

And if you don't know me from the first two albums

Well, look here, man, fuck ya, you dig what I'm sayin'?

But right now, I'm the host with the most

Chillin' with my main, main, main, main man

Chingy, baby, yes, I did say Chingy, baby

You ain't heard the news?

You must been hangin' with them fools

Smokin' cools, catchin' the blues (Woo)

Ayy, look here

You ain't never seen a young brother so fly

Young Smooth—you can call him Young Smooth, call him Ching-a-ling

Ching-a-ling to y'all, I knew the lil'

Nigga back when he had dirty drawers

Now he walk around this motherfucker with thirty large

Oh yeah, and that's pocket change, baby

You understand what I'm sayin'?

All the way from St. Louis, he take it

To Atlanta, go to Cali, go to New York

The nigga drive a Super Sport

He drive a Bentley, a somethin', a Phantom, I don't know

But I do know the top was off that motherfucker when I seen him

You dig what I'm sayin'? I waved to the nigga, he threw a stack at me

I said, "Hey now," but dig this, man

He back with the fam, the new DTP

Shout out to all the fellas, I always

Show love, I'm never jealous, nigga

Let's get this paper, baby

Either you gon' get your loot up or shoot up

Either you gon' get it or quit it

Either you gon' like it or hike it, hate it or love it

And most likely, you gon' hate on a

Player because you can't be like him

You can't be like him